He offered me sugar and wanted to know all my secrets,
The piercing shriek cuts me off. It’s another voice, not Prim’s, maybe a young woman’s. I don’t recognize it. But the effect on Finnick is instantaneous. The color vanishes from his face and I can actually see his pupils dilate in fear. “Finnick, wait!” I say, reaching out to reassure him, but he’s bolted away. Gone off in pursuit of the victim, as mindlessly as I pursued Prim.
Only then does he seem to notice our expressions,
the way we’re wrapped around each other.
Whatever it takes to break you.
For a moment we’re frozen, sizing each other up, our weapons, our skill.
Then Finnick suddenly grins. “Lucky thing we’re allies. Right?”
A lot of nights on the train, for instance,
Fangs bared, hackles raised, claws shooting out like switchblades.
This is no place for a girl on fire.
I wrap my arms around his neck, feel his arms hesitate before they embrace me.
Not as steady as they once were, but still warm and strong.
Portia and I spent a lot of hours watching fires..
I’ll add it to the list of words I use to try to figure you out.
I thought I was something of an expert on hunger, but this is an entirely new kind.